The huge wedge-shaped formation composed of three thousand cavalry, like a torrent bursting down the embankment, carried supreme power and rushed towards the flank of the Jingzhou army formation.
The more than a hundred cavalrymen who rushed at the front lowered the spears pointed at the sky, and the more than a hundred cold blades formed into a huge arrow that moved the world, tearing the air, like the fangs of the god of death coming towards the face.
This intimidating power that made heaven and earth tremble instantly overwhelmed the Jingzhou Army's will to resist, which was unable to turn around.
The shield bearers in the front row looked at each other in horror. Those who still had some courage were still looking around at the movements of their companions, while the cowardly ones had already begun to turn around and run away.
Even the most elite Jiangxia soldiers could not withstand the Yan family's cavalry, which was as fierce as a tiger.
Zhang Yun was horrified when he heard that the military formation was shouting and trying to suppress the formation, but more and more deserters were running away. He even killed several deserters with his own hands but could not stop the trend of defeat.
The infantry formation that was as stable as a rock a few seconds ago was now like a fragile glass wall, shattered with one click, and the entire wall fell into pieces.
Fall apart!
Facing this overwhelming defeat, Zhang Yun fell completely into despair, no longer caring about any military orders, and immediately fled on horseback.
Zhang Yun fled like this, and the remaining will of his soldiers was gone in the blink of an eye.
Five thousand Jiangxia soldiers dispersed in a flurry, scurrying around like headless flies.
The oncoming Yan Liang and his murderous cavalry plunged headlong into the flock of sheep like wild beasts out of their cages.
The weapons in their hands mercilessly slashed at the enemy soldiers who were blocking their advance, crushing them forward on their corpses.
Yan Liang was even more like a demon general from hell. His sword spread out in all directions, and no one was spared where the blade passed.
Killing wildly along the way, blood mist flying, Yan Liang's sword cut off countless heads.
Liu Biao, an old man, repeatedly invaded each other. This time, they attacked from three directions. They almost pushed Yan Liang to a desperate situation.
At this time, Yan Liang had been resentful for a long time towards this celebrity who only knew how to sit and talk about Taoism.
Today, he will use blood to extinguish the anger in his heart. He will use killing to build his reputation.
I don't know how long I had been killing, but when I suddenly looked back, I saw corpses everywhere behind me. Blood soaked every inch of the ground, forming a large disgusting dark red swamp.
The bloody field extends along the south-going road, spreading flatly towards the east and west wings. Countless mutilated limbs and broken heads are scattered on it, like embroidery on a big red carpet.
Such a bloody scene is as tragic as Shura Hell.
But I don't know why, seeing such a scene, the blood in Yan Liang's heart boiled more and more, and the blood-drinking blade in his hand became even more hungry and thirsty.
When he turned his head sharply, his murderous intent became even stronger.
Looking forward, Yan Liang recognized Zhang Yun at a glance.
"I spared your life last time, and now you dare to embarrass me. You really don't know how to live or die."
Yan Liang was so angry that he chased after him, slapping his horse and wielding his sword.
He has excellent riding skills. The big black horse under his crotch is also a good horse from Liaodong. He runs like the wind and is approaching Zhang Yun in a blink of an eye.
Zhang Yun, who was fleeing in panic, looked back and saw Yan Liang chasing after him. He was so frightened that he knew very well how strong Yan Liang's martial arts was and that he was no match for him. He whipped his riding whip as hard as he could and ran wildly, while ordering the knights on his left and right to block Yan Liang's path.
Those close soldiers did not recognize Yan Liang, and under the urging of the general, they had no choice but to turn their horses back to stop him.
The three knights charged forward. The enemy on the left gave a loud shout and slashed at Yan Liang Tianling with his gleaming sword.
The enemy on the right flank sat upright on horseback, spread out his axe, and swept across the entire army in one move, swinging toward Yan Liang's waist.
The enemy soldier in the middle held out his spear and stabbed Yan Liang straight into the chest.
The three enemy cavalry cooperated flawlessly, trying to block Yan Liang by relying on their strength in numbers.
"How dare you block my way, Yan Liang, even if you are a local chicken or a shabby dog!"
A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of Yan Liang's mouth, and with a movement of his body, the long knife in his hand whizzed out, sweeping from left to right like a wheel. The powerful force actually kicked up a fan-shaped tail of dust.
The three enemy soldiers were immediately frightened by Yan Liang's power, and they knew that the enemy they faced was extraordinary.
But, it's too late.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With three muffled lows, the long sword passed by, and the extremely powerful force actually destroyed all the weapons of the three enemy cavalry.
Under the huge force of the counterattack, the three enemy soldiers were shaken violently and found it difficult to stabilize.
At this moment, Yan Liang, one man and one horse, shot through the enemy group like black lightning.
Three rays of light and shadow shot past like a rainbow, and before Yan Liang could see clearly how to draw the sword, the three heads were already flying into the air.
The iron tower-like body jumped through the flying blood mist and struck Zhang Yun like lightning.
The long sword was drawn vertically, and it struck Zhang Yun with overwhelming force.
How could Zhang Yun have expected that Yan Liang would kill three enemies with one move and attack them in an instant? He was so horrified that he didn't think much and instinctively used his knife to block them with his backhand.
Qiang~~
With an excited cry, the knife in Zhang Yun's hand flew into the air, and Nuo Da's body was so shaken that he flew out and fell heavily to the ground.
When he landed on the ground, there was only a continuous "click" sound, and Zhang Yun's sternum was broken several times. He spurted several mouthfuls of blood and struggled several times to get up.
Yan Liang turned his horse and drew his knife forward, and the big black horse kicked forward with its hoof, kicking Zhang Yun a few steps away as he had just stood up.
Zhang Yun fell to the ground with a groan, and fell hard again, but this time he had no strength to get up.
Seeing Yan Liang approaching on horseback, murderous aura emanating from his body, Zhang Yun was frightened and begged for mercy again and again.
"Liu Biao's men are all such ruthless generals. It's strange that his family's fortune has not been ruined."
Yan Liang had a sarcastic look on his face and slowly raised his sword, intending to kill the general crawling on the ground begging for mercy.
When the blade was about to come down, Yan Liang suddenly withdrew his sword.
"I'm afraid of getting my knife dirty if I kill this waste. Instead of killing such a rat, it's better to recycle the waste and put it to use."
A sneer flashed across Yan Liang's lips, and he already had an idea in his mind.
He then ordered his subordinates to tie up Zhang Yun, and the three thousand cavalry continued southward, chasing the defeated Jingzhou army non-stop.
The disintegration of the Jiangxia army meant the disintegration of the last line of defense of the Jingzhou army. Once the blocking formation was lost, Cai Mao and his 50,000 panicked army lost the courage to resist. They were just like a flock of frightened sheep, covering the fields.
They fled towards Fancheng.
The Jingzhou army did not choose to resist, and Yan Liang did not deliberately pursue and kill him. He just led his army to drive away the enemy like a shepherd, and followed them straight to Fancheng.
When they were nearly ten miles away from Fancheng, the left and right wing infantry and cavalry led by Wen Chou and Hu Che'er arrived one after another. The three armies and horses joined together and more than 10,000 elite divisions marched towards Fancheng.
At dusk, Yan Liang finally saw the outline of Fancheng.
This waterfront city on the north bank of the Han River, separated from Xiangyang by only one river, was now completely exposed to Yan Liang's military front.
Yan Liang raised his eyes and looked far away on the slope of Maqiu, but he saw that the line near the north gate of Fancheng was in chaos.
Tens of thousands of Jingzhou's defeated troops who had been routed from Chaoyang were fleeing from all directions towards Fancheng, scrambling to get into the city. They were pushing and squeezing, but the north gate of Fancheng was blocked.
At a glance, the area several miles north from the city gate was densely packed with frightened people. It could be described as extremely chaotic.
"Brother, Jia Wenhe's expectation is good. God is really helping us." Wen Chou, who was riding his horse, shouted excitedly.
Looking at the chaotic scene in Fancheng, Yan Liang nodded slightly, feeling a lot in his heart.
This Fancheng is the most important barrier north of Xiangyang. As far as Yan Liang knows the history, since ancient times, there would be no Xiang without Fan.
In the past, Guan Yu took advantage of Soochow because he fought fiercely to defeat Fancheng.
Yan Liang wanted to capture Xiangyang, so capturing Fancheng was naturally a prerequisite.
Liu Biao also knew the importance of Fan City, so he built the city to be impregnable and had heavy troops stationed there. Previously, Yan Liang had been having a headache about how to capture this impregnable strategic location.
But at the moment, it seems that all worries are unnecessary.
The chaos is like this and the city gate is open. If we don't take this opportunity to seize the city, how long will it take?
Yan Liang's sword eyebrows suddenly condensed, he pointed the blade forward and shouted loudly: "Athletes of the Yan family army, follow me into Fancheng. Whoever enters the city first will be rewarded!"
At the order, ten thousand tigers and bears rushed towards Fancheng, roaring like wild beasts out of their cages.
Inspired by the heavy reward, these warriors with high morale mustered up a hundred times more courage.
Yan Jun's attack from behind made the tens of thousands of Jingzhou troops supporting the city gate even more frightened. These soldiers, who had completely lost their fighting spirit, screamed and cried and squeezed toward the city gate desperately.
Pushing each other like this, the city gate became more and more blocked, making it impossible to enter the city smoothly. Under the pressure of each other, Yan's army had not yet been killed, and they died in hundreds of thousands under the trampling of their companions.
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After finally escaping into Fancheng, Cai Mao panted and climbed onto the tower. Before he could take a breath, he was horrified to find that Yan Jun's cavalry had arrived again and was heading straight for Fancheng.
"Quickly, close the city gate. Close the city gate for me immediately!" Cai Mao shouted in a fit of despair.
Next to him, Cai Zhong, who was also frightened, said in surprise: "Brother, most of our soldiers have not entered yet. If we close the city gate now, wouldn't we push them to death?"
Cai Mao said sternly: "If you don't close the city gate, let Yan Liang rush in, and Fancheng is lost, how will you and I treat the master?"
As soon as he woke up, Cai Zhong's face turned pale instantly. He didn't care about the lives of his soldiers and hurriedly ordered the city gate to be closed.
But, it's too late.
The inside and outside of the city gate had been blocked by panicked soldiers, and the soldiers guarding the city were unable to even move an inch, let alone closing the city gate.
When these frightened soldiers saw signs of closing the city gate, they were so frightened that they desperately squeezed in.
Cai Mao's orders seemed so weak, and he was mercilessly swallowed up by the chaos of the sea of people.
To the north of the city gate, Yan Liang rode his horse and brandished his sword, approaching with murderous intent.
Looking at the chaotic and frightened enemy in front of him, a sarcastic sneer flashed across his knife-like face.
Amidst the violent shouts, the long sword was like lightning, and he charged unstoppably into the ant-like enemy group.
